you can't peter out on day TWO

Oh, fuckin' hang on, there, Sloopy. Blogging for a year, you want to at least make it through a couple of days of January. No, I'll do it, I can do it. I'm in, I'm on it. It doesn't have to be inspired all the time. I'm just going to be here.

So.

In poetry news! Dave has done it again, man! He just got published in a journal that he's very excited about, and you know I'm going to link you to it.

This morning, Finn was wandering around in one rubber frog boot and one bare foot. I was trying to convince him to let me put on his other rubber boot, and I was showing him my boots. Look, mama's got two boots on. One, two. Finn looked at my boots and said kindly, "They're wonderful." And he wandered away, tossing back over his shoulder, "Wonderful boots."